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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.