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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.