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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Motorama,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Faust,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.