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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.