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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Section 25,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.