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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.