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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.