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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
The Remains,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.