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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.