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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.