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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.