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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.