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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.