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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.