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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.