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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.