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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.