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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.