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 France and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.