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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.