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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.