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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.