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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.