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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.