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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.