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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.