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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Faust,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.