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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Goldenarms to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
PIL,
MC5,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.