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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.