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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Smog,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.