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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.