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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Japan,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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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.