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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.