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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Fear,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.