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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.