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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.