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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.