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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.