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 Slovenia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.