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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.