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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
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 synthesizer 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 Sällskapet 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.