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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.