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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.