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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.