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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Chrome,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.