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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.