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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
the Slits,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.