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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.