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 Luxembourg 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Nas,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.