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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.