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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.