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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.