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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.