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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.