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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.