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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
UT,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.