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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Happenings 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.