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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.