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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.