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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.