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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.