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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.