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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Audionom to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.