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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Slackers to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.