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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.