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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.