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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.