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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.