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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.