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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.