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 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.