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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Popol Vuh 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.