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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Quadrant,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.