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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.