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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.