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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
CMW,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.