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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.