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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Television,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.