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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.