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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
a-ha,
Technova,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.