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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.