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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.