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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.