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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.