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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.