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 France and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.