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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.