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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.