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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Gap Band to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.