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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Echospace to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.