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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.