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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.