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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.