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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Residents to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.