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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.