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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.