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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.