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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.