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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.