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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.