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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.