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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gap Band to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.