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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Crime,
cv313,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Main Source,
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.