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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.