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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.