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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
UT,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.