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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Index,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.