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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.