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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.