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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.