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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.