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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quantec to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.