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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
X-101,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.