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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Smog to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.