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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.