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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.