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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Nas,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.