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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.