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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Index,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.