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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.