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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Index,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.