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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.