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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.