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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins 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 techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.