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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.