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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.