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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.