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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.