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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.