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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Swans,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.