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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Fear,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.