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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.