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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.