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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.