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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Magma,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
UT,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.