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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Index,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.