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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Index,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.