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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 chamberlin 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.