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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.