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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.