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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.