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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.