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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Model 500,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.