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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.