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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.