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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.