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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Franke,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.