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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Television,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.