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 Oman and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.