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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.