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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.