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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.