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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.