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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.