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 Seychelles 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.