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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.