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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.