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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.