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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Whodini,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.