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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Scion,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.