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 Israel 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Can,
The Martian,
MDC,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.