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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
PIL,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.