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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.