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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.