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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Joe Smooth 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.