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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Martian to the techno 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.