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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.