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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.