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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Faust,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Wire,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.