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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.