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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.