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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.