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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.