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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Scion,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.