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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.