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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.