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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the disco 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.