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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.