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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Wings,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.