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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Organ,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.