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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.