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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Ossler,
Visage,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.