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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nico to the punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.