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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.