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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.