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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
DNA,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.