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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Can,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.