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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.