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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Wings,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.