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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.