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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.