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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.