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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 JFA to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.