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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Names,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.