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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.