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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.