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 Kiribati 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Television,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.