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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
DNA,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.