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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
10cc,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.