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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.