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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.