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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.