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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All the Swans 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 rock 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.