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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.