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 Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.