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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.