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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.