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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.