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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Cameo,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.