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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.