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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.