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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.