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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.