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 Albania 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.