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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.