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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.