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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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 Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.