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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.