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 Rwanda 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.