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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.