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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.