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 Indonesia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
the Slits,
John Holt,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
the Swans,
The Names,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.