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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Smog to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.