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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.