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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Q65,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.