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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.