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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.