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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.