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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.