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 Afghanistan 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 Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.