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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.