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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.