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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.