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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.