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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.