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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.