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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.