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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Index,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.