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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.