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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.