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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.