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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Siglo XX 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
June Days,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.