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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.