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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.