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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.