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 Philippines and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.