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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.