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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.