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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Ronan,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.