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 India and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Magma,
Darondo,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.