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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.