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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.