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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.