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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Jacob Miller to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Rakim,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.