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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
MC5,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Organ,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.