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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Can,
Yaz,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.