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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.