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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.