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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Alphaville to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.