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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.