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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Roxette to the funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.