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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.