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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.