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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.