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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.