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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Monks,
Gong,
DNA,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.