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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.