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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Cluster,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.