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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.