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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Cymande,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.