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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.