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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Nico,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.