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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.