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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.