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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.