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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.