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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.