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 Austria and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.