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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.