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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.