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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.