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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.