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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Franke,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Scion,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.