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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 oboe 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.