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 Panama and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.