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 Palau and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.