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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Young Rascals to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.