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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.