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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.