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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.