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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Index to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.