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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.