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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.