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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.