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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.