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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Can,
The Move,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.