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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.