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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.