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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
The Move,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.