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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.