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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.