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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.