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 France and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Lyres to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.