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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.