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 Indonesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Pylon,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.