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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.