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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.