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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.