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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.