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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.