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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.