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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.