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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Fall,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.