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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.