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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.