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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.