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 Belarus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.