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 Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.