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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 808 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.