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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Make Up,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.