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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.