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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.