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 Portugal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.