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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
MDC,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.