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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
cv313,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.