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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.