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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.