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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.