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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.