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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.