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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.