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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Gong,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.