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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.