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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.