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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
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,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.