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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.