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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Urselle,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.