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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Rosa Yemen 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.