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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Can,
Rekid,
Scion,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.