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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Deakin,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Neu!,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.