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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Fear,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Yaz,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.