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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.