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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.