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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.