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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.