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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.