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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.