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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.