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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.