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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.