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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.