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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
DNA,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.