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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Houston and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.