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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Monks to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.