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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flesh Eaters 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.