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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
MC5,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.