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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.