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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.