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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.