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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.