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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.