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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.