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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Faust,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.