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 Sierra Leone 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.