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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.