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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Franke,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.