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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.