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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.