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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Organ to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.