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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
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.