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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.