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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.