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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.