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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
JFA,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.