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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.