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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.