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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.