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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.