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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.