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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.