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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Slave,
Interpol,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.