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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.