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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.