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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.