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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.