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 Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.