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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
June Days,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.