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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Nico,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.