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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 UT to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.