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 Chile and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.