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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Hoover,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.