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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.