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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.