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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.