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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Wings,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.