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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.