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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Fear,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.