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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Audionom,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.