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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Faust,
The Remains,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.