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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.