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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.