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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.