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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Franke,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.