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 Paraguay and from London.
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 London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.