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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Slave,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.