Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Nas,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.