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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.