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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Can,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.