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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.