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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.