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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.