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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.