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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.