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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.