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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.