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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Technova,
Q65,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.