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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.