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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.