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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Slave,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.