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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.