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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Deakin,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.