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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Crime,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.