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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.