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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.