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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.