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 Barbados 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.