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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.