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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.