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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.