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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Inner City,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.