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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.