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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.