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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Seoul and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.