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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.