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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.