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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Fear,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.