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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.