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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.