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 Djibouti 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.