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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.