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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Excepter to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.