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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.