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 Mongolia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.