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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Visage to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Index,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
UT,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.