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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blues Magoos to the rap 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 Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.