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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.