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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.