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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.