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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.