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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.