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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.