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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.