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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.