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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
CMW,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
June of 44,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.