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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.