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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.