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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s 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 Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.