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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
UT,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.