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 Taiwan 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.