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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.