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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.