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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.