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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.