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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.