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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.