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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Blackbyrds 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
10cc,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.