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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
New Order,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.