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 Panama and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
the Sonics,
JFA,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.