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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.