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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.