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 Rwanda 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
UT,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.