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 Cuba and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.