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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Kinks to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.