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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.