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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.