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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays 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?
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.