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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 mellotron 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 New Christs to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Television,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.