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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Fear,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.