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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Main Source to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.