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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Oneida,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.