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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.