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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.