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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.