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 Oman 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Visage,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Moebius,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.