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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.