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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.