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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.