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 Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.