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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Scion,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.