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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.