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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.