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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.