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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
MDC,
The Wake,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.