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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.