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 Turkey and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.