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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.