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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.