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 Iraq and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Raincoats to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Ossler,
UT,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.