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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.