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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.