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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.