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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.