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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.