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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.