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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.