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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Joensuu 1685 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.