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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.