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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.