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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.