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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
ABC,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.