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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.