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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.